The Vampire’s Night Out
There once was a hungry vampire
of fresh blood he could never tire
one night from his dark castle he flew
looking for a fair maiden that was new
until through a bedroom window he did see
a slumbering maiden who looked a beauty
so he crept into the room to have a bite
lucky for him she obviously had an early night
she was motionless and lying fast asleep
so right up to her he did silently creep
his fangs chomped down on her exposed neck
only to find the skin was hard, and his teeth now a wreck!
She was only a mannequin left lying in the room
he quickly left, flying in shock back to his tomb.
That experience left him feeling so pitiful
without his fangs, he now gets blood bags from the hospital.
This was written for Chelsea Owens’s Weekly Terrible Poetry Contest. This week the theme was Halloween, so I wrote one about a vampire…
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